pilgrim's prayer

Kevin Michael Bloor

Upon the season’s sultry breeze
the lilac wastes her perfumed breath,
while sunlight streams through trembling trees
to light the land of midnight death.

Sad swallows sigh upon the wing,
with swift and song thrush singing soft.
The eagle, on his throne, as king,
above the clouds, soars safe aloft.

And I, defiant, dare to dream,
although I’m quintessential clay.
Beneath the sky, I sadly scheme
to conjure one who went away.

I whisper, “Father, where are you
on this sad, soulless summer’s day?
Your bones are cold and steely blue.
Does soul somewhere still pine away?”

And by his long-neglected grave,
I stand, all statuesque, and stare,
as grief, a gracious God has gave,
pours from me like a pilgrim’s prayer.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2022 04:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: An elegy for my dad (RIP) that is to say, a belated eulogy, to mark 50 years since his death. I composed it in the form of a tetrameter ballad ©
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    may he rest in peace
    beautifully emotive words!
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet



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